| Luna twilight, dying day
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| Shadows linger on as sunlight slowly fades
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| Darkness deepens as night is drawn
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| And it’s so very long until another dawn
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| A lunar miner stirs in his converted canister
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| Rubs his eyes and glances at the time
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| Another day, another shift —
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| Tons of rock to dig and lift —
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| Moving 'dozers through the shallow lunar mines
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| Clocks are just for keeping schedules defined
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| The rugged miners claim
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| A man can go insane
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| Seven days of sunshine and seven more to go
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| And midnight madness mars the beauty of the stars
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| Darkness is forever, Luna turns so very slow
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| Then a hundred pairs of eyes
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| Are drawn to the skies
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| Scanning the horizon, anticipating Earthrise
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| Eighteen months a tour, lunar miners must endure
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| Many hardships, and the work is never done
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| Mine a million tons of ore
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| Every year, to tame the power of the sun
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| Their spirit kept alive
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| With hope of the future and a dream of Island One
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| Luna sunrise, darkness wanes
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| Cold and gray, dawn crawls across the plain
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| Blinding glare glistens on the crater rim
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| And it’s so very long until the sun goes down again
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| And it’s so very long until the sun goes down again
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| And it’s so very long
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| Until the sun goes down |